The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

Lu Yan was full, and wanted to touch a cigarette from his pocket, but his finger touched something else, and he took it out to see that it was the advertisement for a hotel job.

The advertisement was designed in a gaudy way, and there were many typos. Chen Mo frowned and read it carefully. Seeing that the hotel address was not too far away, he immediately decided to go and have a look.

The sky is getting late, the lights are on, people are coming and going on the main road, and the bustling and lively nightlife is about to begin.

Lu Xia walked slowly along the road, passing several bars and KTVs, eardrum-pounding music and boiling human voices came through the glass doors, Lu Xia stopped and took a look, the young man in beautiful clothes first came She looked at him curiously, then looked away with a little disdain.

He stood in a dimly lit place, out of tune with the surrounding environment - he was wearing a T-shirt bought at a street stall, his jeans were washed to white, and the soles of his shoes were even peeling off. From top to bottom, he probably only had a decent face.

However, there was no expression on that face, shrouded in shadows, looking lonely and gloomy.

Lu Yan received a few cold stares, and stared back unceremoniously. The gloom filling the brows startled the man, and he turned around and spat: "Crazy!"

Lu Yan didn't know why he stopped in such a noisy place, he shook his head and continued walking, feeling that he was a little crazy.

It wasn't until the soles of my feet were pierced by stones that I couldn't bear it that the restaurant appeared in my field of vision.

Lu Xia actually carried a lot of money with him. That person surnamed Fu was a bit of a jerk, but he spent a lot of money. After paying the rent, he saved a lot of money. But Lu Xia was used to being poor, and he was reluctant to spend money even if he had money. He could have taken a taxi instead. It only took 5 minutes, and he just walked for more than half an hour.

The entrance of the restaurant looked very eye-catching, and the flashing neon lights were reflected in Lu Yan's eyes. He looked at the name of the store, made sure he was in the right place, and opened the door to enter.

The boss poked his head out from the cash register, thinking he was here for dinner, took out a menu and asked him what he wanted to eat.

Lu Xia didn't speak, looked around, and felt that this small restaurant was different from the outside, and the inside was only a little better than Uncle Wang's Baozi Shop - probably better because the tables and chairs were intact.

Oh, and there's an air conditioner hanging on the wall.

This made Lu Xia's eyes brighten.

There is only one fan in the house that breaks easily, and the air conditioner is an unattainable luxury for him.Occasionally, he would feel a gust of cool breeze passing by the front of a big shopping mall, and he couldn't help staying longer, thinking that when he got rich, he must buy a town for his home.

He put the advertisement paper on the table and said, "I'm here to apply for the job."

The boss said "Yo" with a solemn expression, stood up from the chair, rubbed his chin and looked at him, as if evaluating whether this person had the potential to be a waiter.

Lu Xia stared down at the table, her long eyelashes covered the impatience in her eyes, she stood lazily and let him look at her.

The boss asked, "How old are you?"

"22."

"Have you ever been a server before?"

"No."

"How's your temper?"

Lu Xia opened her eyes and said nonsense: "It's pretty good."

The boss nodded, thinking that the young man was not bad looking, and he might be able to attract customers if he walked into the store, so he smiled and asked him to wait, then turned around and opened the curtain to go to the back room to discuss with his wife.

Lu Xia sat for a while, distracted with nothing to do, and suddenly remembered that bastard at home, probably still guarding a pile of pots and pans waiting for him to come back to cook.

Chen Mo sneered, thinking that this person really has a young master's temper, probably because he was used to being served since he was a child, and he took it for granted that everyone should follow him.

But he probably wouldn't be hungry if he was so rich, maybe he would sneak out to buy food early.

The boss came out from the curtain, holding a black-and-white agreement in his hand, handed him a ballpoint pen, pointed to the blank space at the bottom, and said, "If you really want to stay here, just sign it. "

Lu Yan didn't start writing, but looked at him and asked bluntly, "How is the salary calculated?"

The boss looked quite simple and honest, he laughed twice: "The monthly salary is [-] a month, and there will be overtime pay if you work overtime."

Serving dishes and washing dishes is not tiring, and naturally there is not much money.

More than enough for him though.

Lu Xia didn't say anything more, and picked up a pen to write her name. The boss picked it up and looked at it, and exclaimed, "Your handwriting is really good!"

Lu Xia's handwriting is really good-looking, and being exaggerated since he was a child is one of his few advantages.He was tired of hearing this, and there was no reaction on his face. Seeing that the boss was fine, he got up and went out.

"Hey." The boss shouted at his back, "Go to work at seven o'clock tomorrow, don't be late."

Lu Xia raised her hand, signaling that she understood.

He returned the same way and walked home slowly, but there was no one else on the road.

The sky is as dark as ink, and a few stars dot the horizon, but they are stingy and unwilling to illuminate this forgotten place by the city.

Standing at the door of the house, Lu Xia subconsciously wanted to take out the keys from her pocket, but suddenly saw the light overflowing from the crack of the door, and then realized that there was an extra person in the house.

This room will no longer belong to him alone.

He was no longer alone in the silent night.

A strange feeling suddenly surged in Lu Xia's heart, she frowned and then opened the door calmly.

The two big bags piled up at the door before leaving disappeared. Fu Zhiyang was sitting beside his bed, swinging Erlang's legs up and down, gnawing on the chicken leg with his mouth full of oil.

A cheerful pop song echoed in the room. Fu Zhiyang shook his head to the music, but he didn't hear the door opening. He didn't see him until Lu Xia approached. He was so frightened that the chicken leg almost fell to the ground.

He said angrily, "Aren't you making a sound when you walk?"

Lu Xia ignored him and walked into the bathroom, and opened the door a moment later to come out, wiping her body casually with both wet hands, thinking that the clothes should be washed.

Passing by the kitchen, the door was open, he glanced at it, and then paused.

The music automatically switched to another song, and the tune was still cheerful and smooth. Lu Xia walked into the kitchen slowly, with a complex expression on his face for a while.

The kitchen can't be said to be very clean, but at least it is much more pleasing to the eye than before. The pots and pans are neatly placed where they should be placed, and the rotten leaves that were originally piled up on the ground are also swept into the trash can.

Although the sweep was not clean, there were still a few flakes left in the corners.

Lu Xia turned her head to look at the young man who was happily eating chicken legs, and felt that this person must have cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Fu Zhiyang raised his head just in time, met his eyes, and said proudly, "How about it, can I clean it well?"

After finally doing something decent, Lu Xia spit out two words: "It's not bad."

Fu Zhiyang threw the chicken bone at the trash can not far away, and threw it into it accurately with a "snap". His face was even more smug, and he held up his oily paw, and said to Lu Xia while walking to the bathroom: "I'll leave tomorrow morning." I want to eat noodles."

Lu Xia snorted coldly: "I want to eat and make it myself."

Fu Zhiyang's voice came through the door, covered up by the sound of splashing water, and sounded muffled: "I don't know how to cook."

Lu Xia didn't bother to pay attention to him, yawned and walked to the side of the bed, and lay down as if she had no bones. Originally, she just wanted to rest, but unexpectedly, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and when she was about to close, a big face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Fu Zhiyang looked at him brightly, and asked curiously, "Are you sleeping with your eyes open?"

Lu Yan angrily told him to go away, took off his clothes, walked to the bathroom wearing only a pair of trousers, took a brief shower, changed into shorts, then lay back on the bed sprawled out, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep .

His chest was bare, his skin was fair, and he could not tell that he had been exposed to the wind and sun for half a year on the construction site. He had a deep collarbone, a beautiful neck, and one arm resting casually on his lower abdomen.

The wrist bones are clearly protruding, the legs are slender and straight, and there are some bruises on the knees, which may have been knocked somewhere, and the bruises appear on the snow-white skin, which is particularly conspicuous.

Fu Zhiyang stared at him mysteriously for a while, and had to admit that this man looked like a dog from the outside.

He went to the door and turned off the light, and turned on the ceiling fan above his head. When the electricity was turned on, the ceiling fan buzzed, like an old man who was dying, holding his last breath of immortal energy.

There was no wind tonight, the room was stuffy and hot, and there were mosquitoes buzzing above his head. Fu Zhiyang tossed and turned for a while, unable to sleep, the wooden bed creaked and swayed as he turned over, Fu Zhiyang was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, for fear that the bed would collapse.

There was a slight snoring sound from under the bed, it wasn't harsh, but it was very clear in the silent room.

Fu Zhiyang really couldn't fall asleep, wanted to see how Lu Yan was snoring, grabbed the railing with both hands, lowered his head, and stared straight at him.

The moonlight outside the window was dim, and the hazy light shone on him, making his flawless body even more pleasing to the eye. Fu Zhiyang clicked his tongue secretly, thinking that it was a loss for Lu Xia not to be a model.

The few mosquitoes that had been circling around him flew to Lu Ya's ears at some point. Lu Yan felt itchy on the side of his face, so he unconsciously raised his hand to scratch it. The mosquitoes were still hovering around him persistently, with an endless buzzing sound. Lu Yan's consciousness was briefly awake for a second, and his eyelids were slightly opened. In the blur, he could only see a bluish-white face, and a pair of shimmering eyes were looking at him...

His mind returned to his original position in an instant, Lu Xia suddenly turned over and sat up, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, he took a few breaths, and stared at the innocent Fu Zhiyang.

Lu Xia: "..."

Fu Zhiyang blinked: "Are you awake? It's still dark."

Lu Xia gritted his teeth, clenched his right hand into a fist, and swung it upwards without saying a word. Fu Zhiyang quickly reacted and leaned back, cursing: "You are sick!"

"You're the only fucking sick!" Lu Yan was so scared that he lost all sleepiness, so he punched nothing, picked up the pillow and threw it up, "What the hell are you pretending to be if you don't sleep at night!"

Fu Zhiyang caught the pillow and threw it down without showing any weakness.

The two tossed and tossed for a long time, and finally Lu Xia fell asleep, raised his foot and kicked the upper bunk, and said viciously: "If you dare to disturb my sleep, I will get up in the middle of the night and kill you!"